Revised 8 November 2018, early morning.

Sparrow, Rose & Clover

I played a banjo made without a string;

I closed my mouth, and heard my poor heart sing.


I slept till morning and I dreamed all night:

I felt the sun's caress, the north wind's bite.


I fooled around most solemnly, and laughed

When time and chance undid my skill and craft.


A wise man showed me how to play the fool,

Obedient to every flouted rule.


I shared my joy with sparrow, rose, and clover,

And when my work was done, I started over.

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Written on 2018-04-11 at 09:48

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Sir, you stand accused of using a floutation device, to wit, your less-than-autonomous fifth couplet. Henceforth, such transgressions will force ua to place you in the category of "gas ghazaler."